Decisions, decisions

I am all set to come out now. All systems are functioning. The question is whether I really want to hang out here for a few more weeks before I’m kicked out. Mommy and Daddy want me to come out soon. I don’t blame them. I’m super cute. I have adorable pinch-me cheeks, dimply shoulders and pudgy little hands and feet. They try to bribe me with promises of baby massages, toys, and lots of cuddling.

But I’m still undecided. I’ve heard them talking about how cold it is in Boston. If I wait a few weeks, it may warm up a little. It took a while to get used to this small space, but now it feels safe and comfortable. Everything is sort of a done deal in here. I don’t have to worry about getting fed or stress about when they’ll change my diaper. One more bonus of staying inside longer- a fuller head of hair. I definitely don’t want to come out before my bald spots fill in. Don’t blame me. My hair obsession comes from Daddy.

The jury is still out. What do you think I should do?

Baby Cool

I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written, but I’ve been so caught up in my own coolness that I just haven’t had the time.When mom eats, I get these funny feelings in my mouth. Sometimes, the feelings make me want to purse my lips and other times they make me want to click my tongue. I like some feelings more than others and usually try to signal to Mom by kicking. Another cool thing I can do now is feel my face. I don’t know how other faces feel, but I like mine a lot. I can also grab this long cord that’s coming out of my belly. I don’t think it really does anything, so I’ve concluded that it’s here just for me to play with.

Mommy has been around a lot of different people lately. Ooooo…. And one of them speaks my language! They say his name is Vivek. He cries a lot! I heard everyone making him do really silly things like touching his nose and bellybutton... maybe that's why he cries. Can’t people touch their own noses and belly buttons?

Navratri just ended. I don’t know how I know, but I think it has something to do with the Gujju blood. Anyways, so I was dancing around in celebration and I think Mom got annoyed. She was trying to sleep and kept telling me to ‘shhh.’ Daddy is a funny guy. I think he thinks that poking Mom’s belly makes me kick; and kicking obviously means I'm happy. News flash daddy- it doesn’t. It’s my personal space and it’s nice to have some privacy.

Ok, bye.

Voices

I can hear you. You obviously don't know how to speak baby, because I have no idea what you are saying. I can tell which voice is Mommy's, because I hear her all day. She sounds nice and sings to me sometimes. I hear Daddy less so. His voice doesn't go up and down like mommy's. He speaks to me sometimes but not as much as Mommy. I don't know why I can't hear him all the time like I do Mommy. I haven't heard Nanu and Nanima's voice in a while now. Nanu is loud and laughs alot. Nanima used to say 'radhe radhe' to me every day. Where are youuu?

Passing the time has become a teeny tiny bit easier. I can wiggle my toes and fingers now and even suck on my thumb! My thumb is great. I really didn't know what I was missing. Its hours and hours of fun.

I can feel it now when Mom pokes. Sometimes she pokes me when I'm sleeping.... I can't cry yet, but just wait...

Hello World-- I'm in here!!

Hello world! I'm a big, big baby this week... 3 whole inches! I've been floating around this place for 3 months now. It's dark and seriously boring. I've been waiting all week for my intestines to travel down my umbilical cord and take their rightful place in my tummy. I mean, come on already. I popped out my fingers and toes awhile ago...they're cool and all but there's nothing in here to play with. I also seem to have developed quite a large bump between my eyes and mouth. Mom, I would have preferred something a bit smaller. Please don't mess up with the rest of me. Mom?? Hello?? Bleh... Mom can't hear me. I keep forgetting the vocal cords don't come for another week.

If I could talk, I'd tell Mom to stop sneezing so much. It's an earthquake in here each time. Also, thank you for not puking anymore. Pukings are worse than sneezings.

Okay, I'm going back to sleep now. Byebye.